Fourth Day (aka Vin's day! haha!)

Today I went to work, eat lunch and went home in the evening together with Vin! haha!

But i guess probably today is the only day we will be able to do this.
While Vin happily walks out of his office at 530, i crawl,hide,sneak out. Yes while my official knock off time is 530, the unspoken rule is earliset 7pm.

So working at CBD is not glamorous as some may think. The 2 hour long lunch, the afternoon gym/manicure session does not happen as often, well at least here in C. I heard from James that Lion C. does.
Out of my four days there, yesterday was the only day I had a slightly longer lunch at coffee club.
And yes while everyone dress smartly to work, it only means more time needed to think each night on what to wear. And I seriously hate it that there's no dress down for friday!

Considering the high transport cost, money needed for clothes, expensive lunch (today me and vin had a plate of rice for 6bucks. A plate not 2plates.) and more importantly the 12hours working hours... which is causing my gastric to return (argh X100) Tell me again why should people wanna work there?

Bonus?

But oh well, it's still quite an experience. Let's experience it for 6months then:)

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